Sweeping The Awards

Gao Ziyu's smile froze at the corner of her lips, and displeasure gradually swept across her face. The top and bottom half of her face were completely different, causing her appearance to look exceptionally strange.

The entire venue grew quieter.

No one had expected Gao Ziyu to stand up so confidently.

"Pfff—"

Tang Xinrou couldn't help but laugh. "See, it's fortunate that she wasn't the one who won the prize. Otherwise, she would have died of happiness..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned.

The stream of light landed on her body.

"It can't be..."

Song Yaoyao's dimples sunk into her cheeks. "What's wrong? Didn't you say that you trust me?"

Tang Xinrou no longer had time to answer. Under the host's introduction, she slowly stood up. Her face displayed a proper smile that she had trained for a long time. She elegantly nodded to her surroundings, then lifted the hem of her dress and walked towards the stage.